Monday, July 9, 2012

sonnet one hundred seventy

don't you think i already
know what it means to wait,
don't you think i already
have understood the gravity

of loneliness, our hearts so
effortlessly bruised and
cracked by stones of madness
we gathered on nights that

lost its solemnity because
of promises i could never keep,
because of words i failed

to utter when you needed to
hear them, because of my
own incapacities, my own frailties.

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